Temple of the Dark Moon

The dull thudding of water against stone,
Sky of grey and white out in the horizon,
The silent weeping of the gods in the heavens,
Sits a shackled soul looking but not seeing.

I wonder, if any ever questioned where this yellow cobbled path is leading. i never saw the need to question it… or perhaps never even saw the need to deviate from it. its was the path of the yellow cobbled stone, surely it would be a path that would be appropriate to follow?

perhaps it was, perhaps its because it always lead to results that are favourable that i never once questioned it… or whenever i did, i would hush those thoughts away for they are dangerous. they are dangerous to the my well being. to stray but a little is to tread into worlds unknown. no known outcomes, no known results… failure is a possibility on all roads, but failure on the yellow path is a failure that can be rectified because of experienced guardians. but failure, failure beyond this narrow yellow path … no one knows if it can be changed… no one knows if u can return.

but i wonder now, is there another path to tread than this narrow yellow road… this road that i walked blindly for so long that i do not even know why i walked it in the first place. but where should i choose to leave this yellow road of mine? where do take the detour? where do i hop of to the wilderness? would i be able to pluck up the courage to do it? will i be able to tear away all the chains that hold me? would i be able to unlock the chains in which i bind it myself so tightly?

it is daunting now that i think bout it… it must be seen from another person’s point of view how mindless i must really have been.for allthe thinking that i have done, i failed to think for myself. I curse the mindless zombies that allow others to do the thinking for them… maybe i am one of them all along… only too blind to see it myself. To make a decision to move from the norm is scary… its almost like jumping off a building and hope u suddenly sprout wings and fly. if not however, u can guess the consequences.

but all that is in the mind… there is no way to know i would fly, or fall on an awning, or someone elses balcony at the 13th floor or whatever… really… nothing to tell where you would go. but the scariest thing is to walk into the forest without a map and you cannot predict where u will go. u can quickly turn back while you can still rememeber how… but the deeper u explore… the slimmer the chances that you can ever go back.

Dire consequences for going againts the norm? or would u finally find that path in which you believe you should be walking?